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When dark thoughts begin to consume your life.
And your days are becoming filled with pain or strife.
Call out to God, is where you should begin.
Then God's Holy Spirit moves in like a friend.
In the darkest of times his light will shine.
Bringing amazing peace to our heart and mind.
He separates our darkness with his light.
Relaxing us when we feel uptight.
Deep within his voice can be heard.
An impression is felt or you might hear a word.
Telling you that things will be ok.
Or to change a direction and walk another way.
Pour your heart out to him, he wants to hear.
Don't resist his prompting. Allow him to draw near.
Tell him you're scared or you just don't know.
What to do next, or which way to go.
It's okay to say "God! Help me to believe?"
Or keep people from you that might try to deceive.
Ask God to tell you what He wants you to do.
It is his will to make these things known to you.
Sit still quietly, waiting for His words.
Deep in your heart, positive thoughts will be heard.
Thoughts forced upon you, will not be his voice.
God's love allows us each to make our own choice.
When thoughts float from inside, similar to his word.
Or in your mind a loving and kind voice can be heard.
Chances are that's God, this is what you should do.
It's okay to question. Asking "Lord! is that you?"
Write down each thought that comes across your mind.
Separate the good from the bad ones and you will find.
Its' the ones that reflect some form of love.
Are the thoughts that speak to us from above.
Cross out the ones that just don't feel right.
The ones that encourage you to hate, hurt or fight.
Whenever bible verse come to your mind.
That seem to be related to events at the time.
Do as they say and let peace be your guide.
You are going the wrong way when you feel stress inside.
We're designed by our Father for good and to show love.
Any voice or thoughts contrary to this, is not from above.
Verse 1
First let me be exclusive
Stop making excuses
Its your life
So its up to you what you do with it
You can make it happen
Or you make it Not
Focus on you
Give it the Best that you got
Pick ya self up
Start off fresh
Cross out the wrong answers
Its like a test
Finish at your own pace
But keep a smile on your face
Come on you can do it
So let go of the excuses
Chorus
Let em go
Let em go
Let go of the excuses
In the end
You find out its really no use And
Let em go
Let em go
Watch And see
That in the end you can be all you can be
In life
You will go through things
But its up to you to see what it brings
You are a champion
You are a star
How did you really think
You made it this far
You have the faith
You have the dream
Things are Not as bad as they seem
Here's a paper And a pen
Write it over from beginning to end
And if you don't like it revise it
And use it
But whatever you do
Don't keep making excuses
Chorus
Let em go
Let em go
Let go of the excuses
In the end
You find out its really no use And
Let em go
Let em go
Watch And see
That in the end you can be all you can be
Bridge
Don't make excuses
All your life
Be a part of the plan sacrifice
Don't make excuses
All your life
Be a part of the plan sacrifice
Chorus
Let em go
Let em go
Let go of the excuses
In the end
You find out its really no use And
Let em go
Let em go
Watch And see
That in the end you can be all you can be
Repeat until Chorus fades
Written by Concetta Hardnett
6/3/2018
I Found You there.
I Found You there among copies of the Holy Bible.
I Found You there among copies of Cook Books and Hair Style Magazines.
You Were of Red Paperback Cover and Binding.
You Were 8.0 x 5.3 x 1.2 Inches in Dimensions.
You, within You there Were 448 Pages.
The Categories Vast.
I Purchased You for $1.25.
I Purchased also a Single Package of Five V Ball Grip Extra Fine Pens.
The Colors were of the Primary Source.
Two Black Fine Pens, One Red Fine Pen, One Blue Fine Pen
and Finally One Single Forest Green Fine Pen.
The Amount of the Pens $2.35 after Taxes.
I Returned Home.
I Started a Load of Laundry.
I Placed Dirty Dishes into the Hot Watered Sink.
I Boiled a Pot of Hot Water for My Hot Chocolate.
Finally, I sat down at my Office Desk.
I Placed You in the Center of my Desk.
I Placed the Hot Water to the Upper Left Corner of my Desk.
I Placed the Five Pens to the Upper Right Corner of my Desk.
I Consider Myself a Great Perfectionist,
so of course I had in my Possession a Single Ruler.
I would use this Ruler to Cross out Your Words.
I Hate to Risk Creating Undefined Circling to Highlight Your Words.
I Have Lost Countless Minutes and Hours with You.
I Have Lost Countless Days and Weeks with You.
And I Will State Freely and Proudly that I Have Lost Months with You.
You Have Given Me Comfort when the Weather Outside was Cold and Harsh.
You Have Given Me Comfort when the Snow Fell Treacherous Inches.
You Have Given Me Comfort when the Rain Fell without Mercy.
Form:
Freedom sings in the nature of things.
Warm gusting winds.
Bash against the leaves of a tree.
It makes a sound purposely calming to the ear.
Beneath the trees roots do grow.
Freely and free.
Free burning flames of the sun blind the eye.
As free roaming clouds set free the sky.
Plants of the earth dances.
Its partner the free blown breeze.
Hump back whales jump above the sea.
Are you as free as nature and its unpredictable course of dances.
Can you stare into the free burning flames of the sun?
A stare of freedom,the sun has won.
Will your eyes stay open,like wildly free tides that hit the sands.
Stroll with me in freedoms steps
A freedom nature kept.
Pick up a pen and set its ink free.
Or use your blood on paper and set your self free.
Many say they love to write free poem verses,but they erase and cross out their free poetic verses.Oh come write with me on natures freedom leaves.Let free blown breeze run up your sleeves.
Erasing and crumbling paper, a freedom tease
Borrow my free pen and freedoms keys
Oh freedom.
Oh freedom.
Oh freedom
please.
A free flowing freedom cant freeze,nor cease
Take my pen and write with ease.
No crumbling,no erasing.
Just freedom please
As every meeting ends in a goodbye, a shopping trip always ends in a good buy. That's life. But the sales are over and I hope this time to avoid a buyer’s fate.
Oh, how I like thin collarbones of empty hangers, touched to death lonely blue dress, a cash register, still warm of residual heat and a young sales consultant, too beautiful for this world.
She's tired, she can't wait to go home, but professional curiosity gets the better of her.
- How can I help you?
That simple question always gives me the creeps. What does she mean? How can she help me? Can she help me, say, relieve sexual tension? solve Riemann hypothesis? understand the meaning of life? But what if she really can? Shuddering with sweet horror, I feel in the shining perspectives of her question the presence of an unknown, but such a mind-blowing meaning that, if I could understand it, it would cross out the meaning of the existence of myself.
She looks at her wristwatch and I cowardly give up:
- A pair of shoes, please.
- Fine, I recommend this one. Please note on material: it's vantablack, the blackest substance in the world. They make of it men's shoes, black holes and hearts of the sales consultants like me.
two shoes for the price of one -
a thrifty buyer
will not miss his benefits
We’ve discussed this dream before
in long, subtle glances,
sparked by mottled anxieties
And silent gestures
That have become a second tongue to us
Over sixteen years
For a time, we even touched the buds of promise
And planted a future that wasn’t to be
We dreamed out loud
of Home, of trees and flowers
we never had a chance to watch.
But now, when sunset closes curtains
We whisper secrets through our pillows
So the linens can keep our desires
From meeting hopeless hexes
Rarely, when we find a voice,
we speak of “if” and never when,
maybe someday, never someday
as if giving dreams a voice
will make them vanish.
And even though our wishes
Are still unspoken
and our plans unplanned indefinitely
we’ve built something in the silence.
With solid floors and photo adorned walls,
a modest space for family.
We’ve planted trees and tilled the earth,
mapped the gardens and accidentally spared the words,
“I want.”
But fate has taught harsh lessons
of how twists and turns of life
can easily tumble perfection
and cross out the marrow of the most detailed plans…
And so, we no longer look when we pass by,
no longer whisper of how it might work
for fear that something
might shatter that which keeps us going.
Advice to Harvard Students.
if you pour boiling oil
on your babies head
wait until the oil price has gone down.
if you undress in a public toilet
you may meet Piers Morgan
or the police may join in.
if you steal a computer
you'll have to take it back in the morning
for a Windows technology update.
if you want to attack an athiest,
don't worry. He'll tell the police
you don't exist.
if you decide to block the sidewalk
remember hookers, perverts and Jeremy Clarkson
have a right to walk on it too.
if you are arrested by an FBI agent
refuse to tell him
where Virginia is.
if you climb up Big Ben
to check your watch,
remember it's being repaired.
if you take a vacation in Saudi Arabia
don't forget to take
your own chain saw.
if you cross out the Samaritans
telephone number in the directory
insert your own number instead.
if you meet a nudist in the street
don't park your bike
between his buttocks.
if you give an intellectual
an I Q test use a chimp
as a control group.
if you meet President Trump
don't hold up a placard saying
serial killers begin here.
if you find an open coffin
who would you like to see in it?
Boris Karloff or Boris Johnson.
There are so many things
that I have had to leave unsaid
simply because I was told
that words on paper
mean less than words said aloud.
But I have so many thoughts
that I cannot express through
words I choke on
in anger-filled moments.
I have always been better
with words written on
lined sheets of paper
and the chance to
carefully choose my wording.
I will always understand how easy it is
to write and cross out and rewrite
the feelings I cannot express
in the moments I need to
express them to others.
Because there are approximately 1,025,109
words in the English language
and I can only properly use them
when I can see their spelling
and know every definition to them.
The fact that I prefer
writing letters instead of arguing
face-to-face does not make
me any less of an educated person
than preferring apples to bananas.
Do not mistake this as me not knowing
how to communicate when in
fact it is just the opposite.
Words can be used in many ways.
Let me use them to the potential I know they have.
I am not asking because I do not need your permission.
I am simply warning you because I have
an open dictionary,
several pieces of paper,
and a pen.
Why do I try to excuse you when you-
,,Her poster is too much, our's better because we can just openly talk"
He just says it because he is mad-
How can someone be so jealous?
Why do I try to excuse you when you-
I left the toilet, my eyes look still glassy and my toungue tickels my gum.
,,Adna!", after I heard you call my name,
I didn't bother to look and ran towards where I was going to.
Does he want to apologize or make things-
Ah, he *definetly* wanted to tell me that his bestfriend got my back and packed my things
Why do I try to excuse you when you-
,,Here, your things, I packed them for you"
,,Thanks", he observes the interaction between me and his bestfriend right now.
Did he came on the stairs because he really wanted to-
He *definelty* waited for his bestfriend to come.
Why do I try to excuse you when you-
,,Is really everything alright?"
,,Yeah, just headaches"
Why does he stand next to him does he-
His bestfriend *definetly* begged him too.
If I could just cross out *definetly*,
I wouldn't need to ignore you to just be sure,
that I am not being kind but also not rude.
Because I really don't know,
what you are going to think, mean, express too.
The record plays -
sounds of love; words that touch the heart.
I reach for you with all my being
and, finding I still cannot touch you
I sit down to cover paper with my song to you.
A piece of paper - starchy white with tiny, symmetrical
blue veins running across.
An impersonal piece of paper that obligingly holds my
ink-blotched words so that I may gaze at them
and wonder at their lack of saying
what I mean to say.
I run my hand across the page and wish it were you I was touching.
I wish each quiet scratch of the pen on parchment was
the sound of your voice.
And, because not the page nor the words nor the sound is you -
I cross out everything I've written, crumple the page and
throw it away.
The room is silent now. The record has quit turning.
The needle is in its cradle.
And I find that tonight I have no song. Not on paper.
Only within me.
And, tomorrow, I'll again reach out to touch you.